Levet narrowed his eyes, clearly sensing he was about to be outmaneuvered. “What truth?”
“You’re simply trying to get away from me.”
He hunched a shoulder. “Absurd.”
“It’s not absurd. You’re just—”
Siljar rolled her eyes as she stepped forward. “Children, please.”
“You’re bored with me,” Yannah continued, ignoring her mother.
“Bored?” Levet’s wings quivered. “Are you natty?”
“Nutty,” Yannah gritted. “It’s nutty.”
Levet waved a hand. “I chased you from Russia to London to the pits of hell.”
“And once I allowed you to catch me, the thrill was gone. Admit it.”
“I—”
A sharp burst of power flooded the room, threatening a pain that made them all freeze in wariness.
“Enough,” Siljar snapped. “Yannah, you will find Recise and resume your training.”
“But . . .” Yannah swallowed her words as she met her mother’s smoldering gaze, belatedly realizing that Siljar had reached the end of her patience. “I’m going.” She turned to glare at Levet. “We will continue this conversation later.”
“Mon dieu,” the gargoyle breathed.
Siljar waited for Yannah to stomp from the cavern before turning her attention to Levet.
“And you.”
“Moi?”
“You will accompany my guest on her mission.”
Levet glanced toward Nefri, his expression melting to offer her a smile of pure male appreciation. “But of course.”
“I must warn you that there is a potential for great danger,” Siljar said.
“Bah.” Levet tilted his chin to a proud angle. “Danger is my maiden name.”
“I believe you mean ‘middle,’” Siljar corrected him.
“It is all the same.” The gargoyle waddled over to stand directly in front of Nefri, bending at the waist in an old-school bow. “My lady.”
“Nefri,” she insisted, finding herself charmed by the tiny demon. Why did Styx and Santiago spend so much time complaining about the creature?
“It will be my greatest pleasure to assist you in your quest,” he assured her. “I did, after all, save the world from a certain apocalypse only weeks ago.” He abruptly scowled, glancing toward the Oracle. “Wait.”
Siljar lifted her brows. “Yes?”
“There isn’t going to be another apocalypse, is there?”
“No.”
“Dieu merci.”